Из альбома: Pass the Flask
I'll stand knee deep in your ridicule
Your tongue flickers as threats are made
I've saved you a seat in hell
Lets begin
You can shove glass down my throat
I need your fists against my flesh
That would move me an honest inch
I am through with you
Turn your cameras off
Show me something real
You are nothing now without your friends
I'll cut you to ribbons
My favorite color of confetti
It's hard to threaten me with a brick in your mouth